Chapter 2
Emmie
My fingers are frozen, but it's almost time. Three minutes to go and counting. The wind died down again not long after I finished setting up. My camera has its wide lens on, and I have the entirety of the pool covered, with myself patiently waiting in the bottom left corner of the frame.
Nothing will escape my hawk eyes tonight.
I swear something better happen soon because I'm so cold that I'm actually considering getting into the pool to warm up. Wisps of steam float from the surface, tempting me into its fiery comfort.
Ten seconds. I think my blood is frozen solid.
Nine seconds. Maybe if I just dip my toes in.
Eight seconds. All readings are normal.
Seven seconds. It's so still.
Six seconds. I'll just take my boots off.
Five seconds. My jacket isn’t keeping me warm anymore.
Four seconds. I need to be warm again.
Three seconds. Just need to touch the water.
Two seconds. Taste it.
One second. Consume it.
The wind picks up, but I don’t care; I need to be warm again.
It’s so cold here, so cold. I feel frozen, and the only way I can find salvation is to be warm.
Methodically, I begin to remove each item of clothing, placing it in a tidy pile at the water's edge.
Stepping outside of the salt ring, I have this visceral need for my naked skin to touch the water and let it encase me, take over.
The steam swirls in the wind as it rises, wrapping around me, luring me closer, calling me to its warmth.
Naked and standing on the edge of the spring, I’m transfixed as the wind lashes my hair, honeyed strands flying wildly in its gale.
I start my slow descent, each step into its warmth so seductive I let out a guttural moan as my knees are submerged, then my thighs.
My pussy dips below the water level, and it's almost erotic the way its warmth seems to trickle inside me, touching me, heating me from the inside out. The wind carries the sound of church bells ringing out, growing in pitch as I take each step. My feet feel like they’re walking on pillows, but I need to be closer.
Have it pull me down deeper until the broken water teases my nipples.
A seduction I've not experienced before that has a whimper falling from my lips.
My body coming alive, my skin on fire as the heat of the water takes over, and I'm lost to sensation.
The bells crescendo as my jaw grazes the heat, and I tilt my head back, dipping my hair under, its lengths billowing out in the current.
Just a taste.
Something grazes my fingertips, tendrils wrapping around them, massaging my hands and arms. My mouth parts and water flows inside, the same heat travelling down the inside of my body.
My eyes roll back from the phenomenon growing in my core.
Building stronger as the bells continue to ring. Louder, now that I'm fully submerged.
This is ecstasy.
My whole body floating in the warm air of pleasure. Every cell experiencing pure bliss. Water fills my chest, my lungs, and I'm so thankful to be touched by it. Consumed by it, that I don't ever want to resurface.
I feel my body tremble and shake, lost in the trance of the current. And for the first time in maybe forever, I think I feel at peace.1
1 Emmie’s livestream and afterwards is detailed at the end of the book.